Ministry took me a few miles from home this morning, and because I live in DC, every mile is a hike (!) so I found an interesting place to enjoy lunch. Today it was a Swiss restaurant, and since I've not been to Switzerland nor tried Swiss food (save the cheese!), I stopped in. I chose a cold pretzel sandwich with butter, salami, and gruyere for my meal (insert chef's kiss). What a world.
As I finished, I saw them out of the corner of my eye. What are them? Cream horns.
- Why dirty a plate?
- Why chance powdered sugar on one of her exceptional outfits?
Cream horns always make me think of Granny. I smiled when I saw them, but I also swallowed back a lump in my throat. Grief is like that. It's joy, it's sadness, it's gratitude, it's pain, it's funny. It can be all the things.
And wherever you are on your grief journey, know there is no recipe. Laughter and tears are both welcome, and sometimes surface within the same day. Today I mostly felt joy, but I felt some sadness too.
My faith (Christianity) is a comfort. Jesus wept when his friend died (John 11:35), so I imagine Jesus grieving with me when I grieve. (I also imagine him laughing when me when I laugh, but who knows if he likes puns as much as I do.)
What are the "cream horns" for you? What is a sign of your loved one?
And please know, no matter your faith or religion, I am praying for all those who grieve today.